A Cornered Gurl
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A Cornered Gurl

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The Enigma of Him

The more I know him, the more I don’t know him.

He is a book I’m illiterate in.
He is a language I can’t speak,
A puzzle I can’t solve.

His love is like the moon,
Far away, yet comforting.

Little did I know,
He was the Sun.

I could only bask in his love,
But, when I ventured close,
I burned.

Loving him was the greatest adventure in my life.

An adventure that was fraught with obstacles, fears, insults,
sorrows, heartbreaks, and whatnot.

Still, a joy nevertheless.

Love is an experience.
There are no losers and winners in love.

The spark lasted for a short time,
But enough to leave me with a lifetime of memories and dreams.

All joy is transient.
Its very nature is so.

About joy,
Its length hardly matters as much as its depth.

I never knew what he felt about me.
Worse even,
I don’t know what I feel about him.

All I do know is that it inspires my lines and words.
All I do know is that it’s good.

Thanks for the memories, thanks for the dreams.

Thanks to you for dropping by. :)



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Tired of a normal life. Afraid of a different one. I’ve taken refuge in Poetry and dreams. Aspiring Aspirer.